Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Uzbekistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Curtis Mayfield to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blancmange,
Ice-T,
Pere Ubu,
Freddie Wadling,
Urselle,
Dave Gahan,
The Cure,
The Skatalites,
Fatback Band,
Eurythmics,
China Crisis,
48th St. Collective,
The Techniques,
The Pretty Things,
Camberwell Now,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Smoke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sixth Finger,
Q and Not U,
the Association,
June Days,
Drexciya,
Ken Boothe,
The Raincoats,
The Pop Group,
Alison Limerick,
Althea and Donna,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Groovy Waters,
The Residents,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wolf Eyes,
Pierre Henry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Sonics,
Gang Green,
Reuben Wilson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Barracudas,
Joey Negro,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Junior Murvin,
Jeru the Damaja,
10cc,
Scott Walker,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Main Source,
Dawn Penn,
Neil Young,
Delon & Dalcan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.